Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 141 - I’ve been thinking about you all day

Chapter 141 -141 I’ve been thinking about you all day

Xu Guangyao and Shen Shiyun spent a honey-sweet afternoon together. Meanwhile, at the hospital, Qiao Xi, despite Xu Xiuyuan’s repeated attempts to keep her, still submitted her resignation.

She would finish handing over her work within a month, and suddenly she felt somewhat lost.

Her ultimate dream had always been to open a Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic. Both the Tian Family and the Sun Family had given her a sum of money for the clinic, but it was still not enough to start it up.

“Really decided to leave?” Yan Shi’an finished his day’s work, took off his mask, and asked.

“Mhm.”

Qiao Xi obediently responded.

Yan Shi’an laughed and said, “It’s good for you to leave. It’s a good thing for you.” He was from the same era as Cheng Han and knew old affairs of the past.

When Qiao Xi was forced to treat Liu Zongyun, he had been very worried for her.

She had broken the rules.

But there had been no news from the Imperial Capital, which was probably good news.

“Qiao Xi, your temperament doesn’t suit the strict confines of the hospital. Granted, the hospital is good, but you should have your own vast world where you can treat illnesses, save lives, and study medical skills.”

She was too kind, too upright.

She needed to be somewhere where she could make her own decisions, not somewhere where she was led by the nose.

“Thank you, I understand,” Qiao Xi inhaled deeply and managed to squeeze out a faint smile.

Yan Shi’an was silent for a while, still not voicing the advice he wanted to give. In three months, the Chinese Medicine Community would be having its Golden Needle Conference, which takes place once every ten years. The Haicheng Traditional Chinese Medicine Association would surely select participants.

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Qiao Xi couldn’t go.

Cheng Han should advise her, so he, an outsider, wouldn’t say more.

“Doctor Yan, I’m going to do the rounds,” she said.

Qiao Xi greeted him and then left. She habitually did one round of evening checks before finishing her shift and going home.

In particular, ward 2121 demanded special attention.

In front of Liu Huimin, she had been tough, but inside she would never recklessly disregard a life. In this last month, she would still fulfill her professional duties.

The ward was quiet.

Liu Zongyun’s complexion had improved a bit; the hospital’s specialists were all very attentive.

Qiao Xi checked all his indicators, removed the Golden Needles that had been inserted earlier, and cleaned the needle marks.

Her gaze swept around, and suddenly it fixed on something.

The gaunt man on the bed opened his dry eyes, his pupils deep, showing no emotion.

Qiao Xi waved her hand in front of his eyes, then checked again with the aid of tools.

This was an involuntary reaction from a person in a vegetative state.

She let out a slow sigh of relief and closed his eyelids.

This was a good sign, indicating that Liu Zongyun’s condition was improving and that he had strong recovery abilities. Qiao Xi had heard it said that sometimes the human body’s will to survive could break through limits.

In medicine, there was a term to summarize this phenomenon, called a miracle.

“May you recover soon,” Qiao Xi whispered.

She picked up her things and left the ward, with driver Old Chen waiting for her in a Rolls-Royce outside the hospital entrance.

“Young Madam,” he greeted Qiao Xi with a wave, “here you are.”

The hospital staff had gotten used to it; everyone knew that Doctor Qiao’s husband was very doting and that the young couple had great affection for each other.

Qiao Xi quickened her pace to get into the car.

“You’re not on duty tonight, Young Madam?” Old Chen asked with a smile.

“Mhm.” Qiao Xi asked, “Has Mr. Huo finished work and gone home yet?”

“Not yet, the company has been very busy lately.” Old Chen pressed the accelerator and left the hospital.

Qiao Xi felt a small sense of disappointment and hesitated before speaking, “Can we go to his company? I’ll wait for him to finish work, and we can go home together.”

“Of course!”

Old Chen cheerfully agreed.

Sitting in the back seat, Qiao Xi gazed out of the window, lost in her thoughts.

Mr. Huo had said he would go home after work to paint… She blushed, chiding herself for her lack of restraint.

And that painting in the studio had not yet been put away; what if Aunt Qian saw it?

And the torn dress; it was truly embarrassing.

The car drove all the way to Tianyuan Group, where the entire building was brightly lit, with many people still not off work.

Driver Lao Chen explained, “Young Master places great importance on the cooperation with the Zhong Family, as it is key for Tianyuan Group to step into the Imperial Capital. It is also the most important part of his business map.”

“That’s really impressive.”

Qiao Xi genuinely admired and looked up to Huo Xingzhou, understanding Xu Xingluo’s persistence.

Nobody would be willing to let go.

“Good evening, Young Madam!”

The receptionist, with high emotional intelligence, had already committed Qiao Xi’s face to memory.

Qiao Xi gave a shy smile.

Lao Chen pressed the elevator button for her and said, “Young Master is in a video conference, please wait for him in his office. I’ll park the car in the underground garage.”

“Alright, go ahead with your work.”

Qiao Xi stood waiting for the elevator at the private entrance.

The gazes of the passing employees were intense upon her, and she also heard some girls whispering to each other.

“That’s the boss’s wife, she looks really young. Not only is she pretty, but she’s also the successor of National Doctor Cheng Han—truly outstanding.”

“Indeed. Aside from her family background, she’s quite on par with Miss Xu.”

“Nowadays, marriages are about matching social status. Miss Xu and the boss have more in common, right? When the old love cries, the new love is bound to lose.”

“What common interests! It all depends on what the boss likes! During an interview at Xingyue Foundation, the boss slapped Miss Xu’s face personally. Isn’t such favoritism obvious enough?”

Qiao Xi pursed her lips and stepped into the elevator.

She didn’t believe in “when the old love cries, the new love is bound to lose,” but the phrase “matching social status” indeed struck a chord in her heart.

Many people said she wasn’t worthy of Huo Xingzhou.

The elevator stopped at the president’s office level; large conference rooms lined both sides of the corridor. Qiao Xi walked slowly, noticing that the number one conference room was filled with people.

At the head of the long conference table sat Huo Xingzhou, his demeanor cool, speaking fluent and authentic English.

Watching him through the glass door, Qiao Xi was captivated by his charm.

This was her husband.

Qiao Xi tiptoed to the president’s office, admiring the newly arranged workplace. The towering windows captured the twilight and sunset.

Footsteps and the sound of a door closing came from behind.

As Qiao Xi turned around, she was pinned by the man. His thin lips descended upon her red ones, savoring the sweetness.

The man’s cold woody fragrance ensnared her senses in waves. Qiao Xi closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning in for the kiss.

Huo Xingzhou’s eyes darkened as he lifted her onto the desk.

Passion and desire ran amok.

The office door opened and then closed. Qiao Xi turned in alarm, only to be captured again in a deeper and more fervent kiss.

“Stay focused,” he breathed hotly, his voice husky.

Her dress neckline was pulled down, his hand landing on her inner thigh, giving a light pat.

“Do you want to continue painting?”

“No.”

Qiao Xi gasped for air, her eyes half-closed. A trace of light lipstick left a mark on his collar.

After a while, the office returned to silence.

Huo Xingzhou restrained his ardor, pulling back from her subtly, his hand remaining on Qiao Xi’s waist, slowly tightening.

“Hmm…” Qiao Xi let out an uncomfortable protest.

“Why did you suddenly come to the office?” he asked.

Her eyes shimmered, and she said awkwardly, “Lao Chen said you were working overtime, so I came by to see you.”

“Came by?” He leaned in close, his breath scorching her skin, “Tell me the truth.”

She was reserved and bashful.

But Huo Xingzhou wanted her to be bold, frank, and unrestrained in front of him.

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